She said she wants to get away.
I didn't ask "where...

She stormed through a coffee-less life;
a soul yearns for caffeinated dreams...

You threw them in my face.
They scattered like skittles...

you buried me in
bitter orange and oak...

.
Just your deluded mind...

Fingertips of liquid apple
close around your stem...

Huddled on the metro with
chewing gum and felt-tip pens...

This is me and isn't.
I wish you could understand...

She gathers her colored
pencils and shades in the...

I could be here with restricted knees,
a bludgeon to my heart, and no...

Even if you're soaked with cold
and it's all you've ever known...

is a
privilege...